She’s Cheshire’s daughter.
The bow on her back felt heavy. Heavier than it ever had.
So she’s probably capable enough.
She could hear the leaders talking about her, and a rock sat in her throat.
Give her a chance. If she’s a spy, we’ll kill her.
There were footsteps behind her. She notched an arrow and turned, ready to shoot, and came face to face with…
“Damian…” her brows knotted, ”…what are you doing here?”